Ghost stares at me with the same lust filled, haunted expression. He wants to let go and allow himself to enjoy this, but at the same time, it’s meant to be a punishment, and he’s holding himself true to that.
Reaching up, my fingers trace his jawline with featherlight pressure. His five-o-clock shadow rubs against my skin as I slowly move down the length of his neck, “I’m not sure leather would suit you,” I leaned down, whispering against the shell of his ear.
The moment his mouth began to open, my palm connected with his throat, gripping tightly. His eyes widened, and something feral exploded in his gaze. His c**k twitched between my legs, and I had to fight the devilish curl of my lips.
This man gets off on the idea of me being in control.
I rolled my hips, enjoying the delicious
